Curren$y & Young Roddy - The War on Drugs lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Sharper than my nephew's edge up b**hes tryna be under the Don so they step up Apply to ride with your highness Only the best of the bunch, pick of the litter The prized pup grew to be a big dog This ain't new to me, seen it through my homies eyes, true OG's Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets Dead partners in my ear reminding me what these jealous n***as will do to me So I can never sleep Light power nap, three hour flight, collect them stacks We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop Headlines made, front page I rock sweatpants on any occas', baby, why not Make a bop out of your lady, silencer from a potato OG Bobby Johnson now I live like Ox, son Big a** house son, weed in the bowl, I'm on the couch son With my homeboy in route, son So a**a**ination attempts will yield a different outcome I don't even really be 'bout none But my brothers watching son, so watch it son [Verse 2: Young Roddy] They say wake up and smell the Folgers But I'm from the hood, when I wake up I smell yola Now my girl want me back b**h I tried to told you that one day I get this dough But she thought that I was bogus Said I'm acting funny since she get the cold shoulder Like I don't know her sh**, Rod' a grown man, I'm no doja They label me a fo' nick totter, a marijuana smoker Who hardly ever sober I stay highed up, loaded Uh, let's get this money that's what my uncle taught me, yea I stand for something, now where your guts and glory, yea And I'm no baby boy, Roddy no Jody I got real n***a status fool, I bet your lady know me I'm k**ing these cowards tell them haters die slowly They hate to see me up and see me ball like Ginóbili They'd rather see me injured on the side like Kobe But it's crunch time I gotta get mine, them pussies owe me, n***a [Hook x4] Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style